Page 91 of Yours, Finally

"Violeta." My name sounded strained on his lips.

The sound of metal and leather rang behind me as he unbuckled his belt. I writhed to goad him into getting inside of me already; he hadn't even touched me properly and yet my clit pulsed in need.

He released my wrist only to push down on my lower back, pinning me into place. His shoe pushed my feet closer together; my heels scored the floor.

"Ass up," he commanded. "Are you going to take my cock?"

He pushed the tip right against my entrance. I tried to push back, but he held me in place.

I scratched the wood under my nails. "Fuck me, Jake."

"You want my cock that badly?" He pulled away from me, leaving me utterly desperate for more.

A scoff-like sound broke through my throat, instead of the moan that had built in it. "Don't you dare."

He lay on my back and talked to my ear. "Say you're mine."

"You're mine."

"Fuck, Vi." He teased my clit with the head of his cock. "You wanted to see me break? Me breaking means I'm going to make you break, too. Before I have you onyourknees. I could finish allover your tits and make you keep the souvenir under your dress while we go out for dinner. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you're mine." He pushed into me in a swift move. "And I can do what I please."

I arched my back and opened my mouth in a silent scream. It might have been the sharp office light on the ceiling but, through my closed eyes and the tingling nerve endings throughout my body, I swore I saw stars.

"You stretch me so good," I said.

I meant to lower my head, but he roped his free hand on my loose hair and kept me bending upward.

"You feel like heaven," he replied, and began a tantalizing rhythm with his hips.

"I can take more."

He pumped faster. "I know you can. You're going to take me any way I want you to."

My labored breathing filled my ears. The force of each thrust forced ripples up my body, under my skin. I smiled. Even the pain of my hair pulled tight seemed to incite my body into a frenzy.

"For years I have pulled back." He let out a quiet groan. "And here you have me, giving you the last piece of control I ever had in me."

The hand on my lower back reached for one of my wrists and pulled it back, destabilizing me. I crashed down onto the desk, and I scrambled on it for purchase. Everything on the desk got into further disarray.

He kept me on a hold, my arm twisting back and keeping me in submission. "Ass up, I said."

Any unexpected movement on my part would put a strain on my shoulder. His thighs and hips clapped against mine with asoft sound so erotic that it weakened my knees. He forced me to his will and took my body, and it rocked my sense of space.

Waves of rapture and bliss built in my core, crashing against my ribcage and seizing my lungs.

"Jake—"

"Say you're mine." He heightened his pace.

I didn't hesitate. "I'm yours."

"There you go, love." He blanketed me with his body and nibbled on the shell of my ear. "Was that so hard?"

I snort-chortled, too lost in the sensation to care. My thighs would have bruises from the sharp wood digging into them, but I didn't care about that, either. All that mattered was how close I was to climaxing.